Hey guys, here is a short story.

TEMPLE FIGHT

The broken ring of ruined columns was delimitating a sandy arena.
A smooth marble altar stone was standing on one side.
Androkles reaches the old temple of Ares, the God of War at night.
The full moon casts a pale light. The white marble altar stone and columns shine a gleaming light.
The owl chants in the cool night.
A presage of imminent death thinks Androkles.
Androkles wears leather sandals and a belt.
He wears a bronze helmet that hide his traits.
A short sword stands by his left side in its leather scabbard.
Androkles is otherwise fully naked, except for helmet, sword and sandals.
His half erect cock dangles freely in front of his lean belly.
He's confident and strong, ready to face any challenge.
The young warrior is here on a quest.
He looks after the wonderful sword of power, the unbreakable sword of Ares.
The golden hilt of the sacred sword shines in the moonlight.
The warrior is strong enough to extract the blade from its stone scabbard becomes a hero.
Androkles is here to try this feat.
The priests told him the magic that imprisons the mighty blade in the stone can only be lifted at midnight with the light of the full moon.
The time has come for Androkles to try....

As the young naked warrior enters the ring of broken columns, he sees another silhouette entering the stone circle from the opposite side.
The newcomers is another man, bare ass as Androkles is, he's also barefoot, and wears only a bronze helmet that hides his face and a belt.
A short sword hangs on his left flank.
The warrior is now aware of the presence of Androkles. He stops on the brink of the sand arena.
His right hand strays to the hilt of his sword.
He slowly draws his blade, ready for anything.
Androkles says nothing. He knows the law of the temple.
The sacred sword belongs to only one hero.
If two contenders reach the temple before midnight at the full moon, they have to fight to the death.
Only the strongest will try to wrest the sword of Ares from its stone altar.
And he has to kill his opponent swiftly before midnight.
Androkles draws his own sword with no hesitation.
He jumps in the circle of sand, and his unknown opponent does the same.


The two naked fighters start circling.
The arena is 36 feet wide, a perfect size for duels.
Androkles feels the thrill of combat flowing down his spine.
He's always excited by a fight to the death.
It makes him hard, and tonight is no exception.
His naked dick swells to erection.
He watches his anonymous opponent.
Obviously, the later shares this same mood.
His engorged cock stands at full mast in front of him.
No word has been uttered. There is no need of words.
Both fighters know there can be only one Champion of the sword.
Only the stronger fighter can survive and reach the altar.
Both are eager to fight for it.
Both are confident. The two cocky bastards are impatient to kill.
They are spiraling to each other, slowly approaching striking distance.
Androkles foe shouts in rage and leaps forward with a large swing of his blade.
His big swinging dick slaps on his hip as he leaps forward.
Androkles has anticipated the killer move of his foe.
He brandishes his own sword to parry the blow.
His swollen cock is throbbing in passion.
The two blades clash with a loud fracas.
Androkles grunts in effort.
His foe follows his weapon, his knee is jutting forward, and strikes Androkles in the gut.
Androkles is caught at unawares.  He stumbles backward as the pain irradiates from his gut.
The two fighters fall in the sand, Androkles foe tops him.
But his sword has broken near the hilt!
As he falls on his buttocks in confusion, Androkles grip on his own sword loosens, and he loses his weapon!
His instinct overcomes his confusion.  He grasps the right wrist of his unknown opponent. 
He twists his claw, forcing his opponent to let go the hilt.
He discovers the sword of his foe has been broken.
He kicks him with full force in the groin, seizing the opportunity they are now grappling in melee, skin to skin, muscle to muscle, cock to cock!
 The two naked warriors are now disarmed.
 The duel continues barehanded, with fists, knees, feet and teeth.
 They engage in a confuse ground fight.
 Each warrior uses every trick he can and strikes every possible blow to his opponent's naked body.
 They are clinching in each other’s brutal embrace.
 Androkles feels the burning cock head of his foe grinding on his bare torso.
 Sometime, his own aching cock grinds his opponent's slick skin.
 The sensuous dance of death the men fight is pushing them to the edge.
 At the same time they trade brutal blows, eliciting grunts of pain and shouting like wild lions. 
 Androkles proves more endurance than his deadly opponent.
 The later shoots his load all over his sworn enemy.
 His cumshot is so prolific he sprays Androkles face and chest.
 Androkles feels his foe weaken.
 He manage to trip him on his hip and to get rid of his grip.
 He leaps on his feet as his foe still struggles to recover from his involuntary orgasm.

 Androkles looks around the arena.
 He sees his own sword lying 15 feet away to the right.
 He leaps forward to seize the weapon.
 His opponent is rising to his feet, and sees Androkles.
 He knows he's dead meat.
 He rushes and leaps forward with a shout.
 Androkles raises, thrusting his blade in front of him.
 His enemy rushes at full force on the sword.
 He impales himself on Androkles blade in despair.
 Androkles holds firmly with his powerful arms.
 The blade sinks in the solar plexus of his opponent and the latter’s momentum is enough to make its point come out of his back.
 His enemy is ran through, his death is now just a matter of minutes.
 Blood pours from the deadly wound as the two men falls to the ground in a renewed embrace.
 Androkles cock bursts as he shoves his blade to the hilt and the two men erect cocks dock together. 
 Androkles pants in orgasm as his juice flows freely from his dong.
 Victory is sweet he thinks as his foes spits blood on his killer's shoulder and dies.
 Androkles shove the dead carcass on his side.
His enemy's body crumbles lifeless on the arena.
Midnight approaches, time for Androkles to wrest the enchanted blade out of the altar and to become a hero!


THE END

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          Lucas ran as fast as he could.  The leader of the expedition had told them the natives in this area were not hostile towards the missionaries.  But when the group arrived in the village, things turned bad quickly.

          Lucas had watched as several of his friends were killed.  The only thing he knew to do was run for it.  He hid out in the forest, stripping himself down to his boxes as the clothing he had been wearing were bright colors.  

          The pouring rain made his escape difficult.  Much to his surprise, the natives were good trackers and quickly found him.  The man's adrenaline went to an all high and he bolted into a fast sprint, splashing in the mud as he ran.  

          A couple of arrows flew past him.  He grabbed one as he ran past where it was sticking in the mud.  He turned and flung it, hitting a native straight through the chest.  He raised his middle finger and turned to run.

          Much to his surprise another native had made it out of the forest in front of him fully prepared to throw his spear.  Lucas attempted to stop, but just then, the native's spear was airborn and struck the young missionary right in the belly button, piercing him completely through.

The games we played #5

        As I mentioned before, not everyone was entirely happy with the game of knives. Some of the older boys hated losing and the younger ones hated dying all of the time. However, we found that all of us loved re-enacting awesome kills and deaths.

        The second evolution came about during a game of knives (free-for-all style) in which one of th younger kids hid very well. After about 20 minutes of the last remaining person trying to find him, we all chipped in and searched. Once we found him, we all took turns stabbing him. (nothing great and spectacular, but it did lead to the next two incarnations of the game. We called the new games “hunters” and “killer”.


       In the game of Hunters, one person would hide while every one tried to find them. The first one to kill him was the winner and got to hide next. It was sort of an all vs one, but the “one” was not able to kill. Also the “one” had to be shirtless so we could identify who it was. (this was more of a shirts/skins team thing than anything particular.) I can't recall any single game that stood out as great, but it was a lot of fun, especially if you were the one and the group finally caught you. You got stabbed by several different people, which made it more brutal (and dramatic).

        There was one time when I was the hunted, When they found me, I was pulled out of my hiding spot and the kid who caught me shoved me towards one of the others, who caught me on his blade in my gut. He, then, turned me around and shoved me back and the other guy held his blade out and stabbed me the same way. A third one then grabbed me by the shoulder and stabbed me in the center of the back. I arched my back the the first two again buried their blades deep into my gut again. I fell to my knees and they all started stabbing me in the chest and back until I fell dead.


        In the game Killer, everyone hid but the killer, who then searched for everyone and killed them one-by-one. It was sort of a hide-and-seek type game. Somtimes we would try to hide, especially when the killer was one of the faster guys. Othertimes, we might just sneak around and try to get away.

        Since Greg and I were good friends, we often hid out (or snuck around) together. There seemed to be safety in numbers, though we all knew too well that everyone who wasn't the killer was going to get killed.

        It was a hot summer's day and we had been playing in the sprinklers at one of our friend's house when we decided to play. There were about 10 of use all together, so it was a good game. We had played a few rounds of knives and decided to play killer instead.

        During the first game, Greg and I were hiding in a small cabinet that was in a garage. We could hear the killer take out another kid just outside. I think the victim was Jason, but I'm not really sure. I just remember thinking the sounds he made dying were awesome.

        Greg and I were quietly squeezed side-by side in the cabinet. Greg put his arm around my back to make more room . The sides of our chests were pressed together. I could feel his breathing and could tell when he was holding his breath. We were both sweating heavily in the hot cabinet as we listened carefully. We could hear the killer roaming around in the garage. It was kinda exhiliarating to be hiding from him together.

         After a few minutes, we heard him go up the stairs to the attic of the garage. We both let out a sigh of relief. We could still hear his footsteps upstairs, so we didn't dare to say anything to each other. After some more time had passed, we heard him come back down the stairs. He again searched around but never checked the cabinet. We heard him shut the door to the garage.

         Thinking he had left, I slowly opened the cabinet and peaked out. But he was still in there, checking behind the door. He immediately turned when the cabinet door opened and spotted us. He came running at us.

         Our eyes widened with the shock of being discovered. “Oh, Fuck!” was blurted out by both of us. We quickly pulled the double doors to the cabinet shut and each of us held onto each side. After a short struggle, he was able to yank open the door.

        Greg and I were backed against the back of the cabinet and he reached in and stabbed Greg twice in the gut. Greg let out a gasp and clutched onto me with the arm he had around my back. The killer then looked at me. I tried to raise my arms to defend myself, but he was able to ram his blade into my gut as well. I let out a “huaghh!”, trying to act out the best death possible.

        The killer placed one hand on my shoulder, holding me against the back of the cabinet and pinning Greg's arm behind me. He then took turns stabbing each of us, back-and-forth for several minutes before letting us both die.


        On the same day, one of the younger guys was the killer (he was actually only one year younger than we were, but to us, that was a lot), so Greg and I decided to roam about instead of getting ourselves trapped again. (Although, I must admit, I kinda liked being trapped with him in the cabinet.

       We limited the playing field to just half the block. Greg and I found ourselves a spot near some bushes. We figured if the killer came after us, we could jump over the bushes and get away. After a couple of minutes, the killer did come. When he came around the bushes, both of us leaped over the bush, thinking this guy wouldn't be able to.

        To make a long story short, two things went wrong. First of all, Greg didn't jump high enough and tripped over the edge of the bush falling down in the grass. I stopped and bent down to help Greg up. That's when the second thing went wrong. The killer was able to leap over the bush and landed on me piggyback. He wrapped his arms and legs around me and began repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. I let out a startled yell as he killed me. I fell to my knees with him still on my back.

        He hopped off and I fell face-first into the ground. Greg had just gotten up and the killer grabbed his arm and stabbed him in the gut several times. Greg fell dead on top of me. What was going to be one of our greatest games ended in a quick death for the both of us.


        While both games (hunters and killer) were fun and exciting, we didn't play them very often. Hunters faded out of style and Killer quickly evolved into something even better, but I'll save that for another story.

Ready & willing...  anxious to gut kill or be gut killed..  soon to be carcasses & they know it...   GUT UP !!!
Especially that line of young warriors, ready to face a bayo in the belly!

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Meat Beef Steak =MUSCLE

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More Belly Lusting Warrior Stud Beef - Just imagine those young football steaks as warriors willing to take a bayonet in their thin tight strong muscled gut belly beef - showing their muscle boy lovers how WELL they can TAKE. It!

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Jonas vs Efron - gut knife fight to the death. Who wins? Is it true strength (zac) or one of them wants to take the blade in the belly and prove they are more of a man?

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Ready and willing

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"The rules are simple. When the trumpet sounds you grab your sword. Then you fight until one of you holds the other's cock and balls overhead. The crowd is anxious to see what you've got. Try to save that cum for your final salutes and shoot your wads together. For one of you it will be your death wad. For the other it will be a victory wad. Try not to trip over the bodies. We don't have time to clean up after every match. Now go out there and give the crowd something to cheer about."

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